Don't Tempt Me by Lori Foster

Author:Lori Foster
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2016-08-23T04:00:00+00:00

9

HONOR FORGOT ABOUT the family as she stepped into her grandfather’s suite at the facility. His bedroom blended with a seating area with only a bathroom providing privacy. With the curtains drawn and the lights low, she saw her grandfather’s form as a faint shadow in the bed. He was so still that her breath froze in her chest.

“He’s still with us.”

Tears clouded her vision, and maybe that was why she hadn’t at first seen the elderly man standing just inside the door. His hushed voice drew her attention real fast.

Black eyes in a dark, wrinkled face took her measure. He stood a few inches taller than her, mostly bald with only a little closely cropped gray hair remaining. Dressed in an expensive suit and carrying a cane, he smiled, showing incredibly white teeth and, at least to Honor, looking very kind.

Keeping her voice as low as his, Honor asked, “Mr. Mosely?”

“Call me Neil, please.”

Honor stepped forward in a rush, her hand extended. “I’m Honor.”

Hooking his cane on his wrist, he took her hand in both of his and held on. “Of course you are. Your grandfather has spoken of you often, and shown me many photographs. You’re every bit as pretty as he said.”

Meeting him was too confusing, and too significant, for her to smile. “Mr. Mosely—”

“Neil.”

“Neil, this is my neighbor and very good friend, Jason Guthrie.”

Neil turned his megawatt smile on Jason. As if telling a secret, he leaned in and whispered, “Celeste and I heard through the door.”

Honor had forgotten how little privacy the room actually provided.

Waving a hand, Neil said, “She heard ‘boyfriend’ and hightailed it out of here real fast, fearing she might miss the introduction, or that the others might scare you off.” He released Honor to offer his hand to Jason. “I’m glad to see that wasn’t the case.”

“No, sir.”

“You’re a bruiser, aren’t you? Physical job?”

“Mostly,” Jason confirmed. “I build things.”

“Just about everything,” Honor added. “He’s really talented.”

Neil smiled at them as if greatly pleased. “Hugh would be so happy.”

Why did they all assume that she and Jason were that involved? “Mr. Mosely—”

“Neil.” He gestured toward the seating area. “Since Hugh is sleeping, could we talk a moment? I’ll need to be leaving soon.”

Honor wanted to keep vigil by her grandfather’s side, but how could she refuse one of his close friends? After another long look at Granddad, she nodded. “Of course.”

She wasn’t sure, but she thought he might be around the same age as her grandfather, in his late eighties. Once he’d seated himself on the very edge of the soft padded recliner, his hands resting over his cane, she and Jason took up the loveseat.

Jason didn’t put his arm around her, but he did sit near enough that their shoulders and thighs bumped, reminding her that at least for this visit, she wasn’t alone. “You said you were friends with my grandfather?”

“For a long time now. Hugh and I met twenty years ago. I was around when he moved you in, and when he buried his daughter.

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